Signature [Akabane]

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The first kill had not been beauty blooming out of necessity. He knew some people believed that, and it made him laugh.

He killed the first time because he'd been bored, and hours of reasoning with a fussy, nervous client had worn even his patience down. When the other man finally turned aggressive, he left himself wide open and died without a sound.

When it was over, he stood there and admired how the blood looked on the wall. It surprised him, how very easily the scalpel cut through muscle and bone.

The "J," however--that *had* been an accident.

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